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My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father,
Then I to Hercules. Within a Moneth?
Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares
Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes, [Sidenote: in her]
She married. O most wicked speed, to post[1]
With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets:
It is not, nor it cannot come to good,
But breake my heart, for I must hold my tongue.[2]
Enter Horatio, Barnard, and Marcellus.
[Sidenote: Marcellus, and Bernardo.]
Hor. Haile to your Lordship.[3]
Ham. I am glad to see you well: Horatio, or I do forget my selfe.
Hor. The same my Lord, And your poore Seruant euer.
[Sidenote: 134] Ham. [4]Sir my good friend,
Ile change that name with you:[5]
And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio?[6]
Marcellus.[7]
Mar. My good Lord.
Ham. I am very glad to see you: good euen Sir.[8] But what in faith make you from Wittemberge?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my Lord.[9]